count down

Three more days and I'm off to Old Blighty. To the land which brought us Colin Firth, One Direction and Colonial Imperialism.

IT'S GONNA BE BLOODY BRILLIANT!

I should add that I do not like One Direction. I'm sure if I was a pre-pubescent tweeny their sexually non-threatening allure would have me in an (ironically) hormonal haze but at my age it might be considered just a bit icky.

Colin Firth in BBC's 1995 production of Pride and Prejudice, in his sodden linen shirt and riding boots on the other hand is the man I credit with my sexual awakening and no doubt explains my unfortunately penchant for men with "dark triad" personality traits. Bravo sir, Bravo.